Living on the ebb

Coming around Bluff Point we began to see the Chugach mountains again- the range that in a sense we have been paddling around the whole trip. We also began to see loons, seals, sea otters, and other sea birds everywhere as we entered the rich waters of Kachemak Bay. We soon could see the Homer Spit, Sadie Peak, and China Poot peak across the bay. It felt wonderful to return to a place that Matt and I both love and became familiar with six years ago when we lived and worked in this area.

Scott and Susan were a welcomed sight when they returned home from work to find us at their place on Kachemak Bay road. We worked for them as kayak guides seven years ago and lived on their land on the other side of the bay. It was because of their trust in us and inspiration that we first kayaked. Now we return to share adventure stories. Last night we drank three bottles of good wine, ate a delicious meal of fresh greens and pasta and felt like it was just yesterday that we last saw each other.

It seems like we have been gone for ages, when it has only been one week. I think the highlight for me has been living by the ebb tides. We could only travel on the ebb because of the strength of the currents, so we sometimes would get off the water for just six hours, eat, nap on the beach and get back in the boats for the next ebb. Even if the next ebb started at 2:00 am. Sleeping on the beach without a tent makes me feel even more connected to this place and so mobile, agile.